SENTRY.

At first, it had served as simply a tool to make sure that he was alright. It was strategic, she’d told herself in the moment. Now though, Yelena supposed the attachment came with coming to care for him as a friend.

i just want to fill the void.

many problems. Boots shuffle their way in, heading for the spacious mattress and half-lying back onto the firmness of it. Jade gaze now fixated on the way he moves, with Bob actually looking somewhat comfortable for once in his own space.

“You deserve a good life, Bob. I couldn't let you die.”

The action is done before the Widow can second guess herself and rush away to hide in the dark like her namesake. Bob… He won’t judge. Seconds tick by, unrelenting, with Yelena shoving her hands in her hoodie pocket as she waits.

There was a brief pause, her hand stilling as her head tilted back to look at him. “Don't be ridiculous, Bob. Of course you could. I didn't do much.”

Yelena was about to say something, but his smile forced her to hold her tongue back. She glanced away for a moment, swirling the liquid in the bottle. “I guess they do make a difference.”

“Da, it does.” Her chin rested on the palm of her hand, blue eyes meeting his, a glint of melancholy was visible. “We just didn't deserve one it seems.”

“Mhm. Oh, do you have anything to do today? Wanna show you something.”

“Ha, now you're pushing it, Reynolds!”

𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗗𝗬. 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗜𝗧, 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗬, 𝗜'𝗠 𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗬. 𝗜'𝗠 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗥𝗬𝗡𝗔 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗬 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬.

“If I say I agree, would you keep it a secret from the others?”